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Anger

"I may be a Potter by blood, but I'm no Potter by heart..."

About two weeks had passed without interruption, and soon enough, Quidditch season was back in session. Walking through the halls one Saturday morning, I could feel the excitement buzzing through the air.

With the cool November breeze blowing through the corridors, me and my friends made our way to our next class. We had just finished painting our faces green, showing our support of the Slytherin Quidditch team. "We're gonna blow them out of the ballpark," Leah said, her voice full of hope and power. "I swear to Merlin, if Draco doesn't win this for us, I'll murder him myself!"

"I'm pretty sure he'll kill himself before you could even try," Blaze added, making me chuckle.

"Wow, you guys really have that little faith in me?" I turned around just in time for Draco to squeeze himself between Blaise and I, throwing his arms around us. He looked towards me and raised his brows. "I had high hopes for you,"

I raised my hands in defence. "Hey! I had nothing to do with this!"

He scoffed. "Yeah, well — but you were a bystander!"

"Oh please, you know it was —,"

"Children! Children... we don't have time for your tossy arguments!"Leah intervened, cutting our argument short.

"But it's entertaining!" Blaise cut in. "Please, please, continue!"

Draco rolled his eyes and removed his arms from around us. "You two won't be laughing when I win," he murmured, stomping away.

We all attempted to disguise our giggles as we watched him enter the Great Hall. "He's so — weird when he's mad," I said, cutting myself off halfway through my sentence.

"Yeah," Leah said through her laughter, "A man of mysteries; that's for sure."

After breakfast, we all made our way towards the Quidditch pitch, chatting exclusively about the upcoming match.

"I bet ten galleons that Malfoy will cheat his way to victory," said Seamus Finnigan as he walked by us, talking to another Gryffindor.

Blaise scoffed, glaring at the two boys in front of us. "I bet twenty galleons that someone will shove you off the balcony when you least expect it," Blaise spat back, causing the two boys to turn around.

"Have anything you want to say to my face?" Seamus said, his face redder than a tomato.

"Yeah there's a lot of things we'd like to say," I spat.

"Please," he scoffed. "All you Slytherins are rotten, especially you. I wouldn't be surprised if you're the heir of Slytherin."

"Maybe she is!" Blaise said, taking a threatening step towards him. "It'd be a step up from being the heir of Gryffindor!"

"Blaise, cut it out. Just ignore him." Leah grabbed both our arms and dragged us ahead of them. "They're not worth it," she muttered, holding her gaze low.

"Yeah!" Seamus yelled from behind us. "Run away just like you're meant to!"

It took everything in me to ignore them. We had other things to worry about, like hyping Draco up. Leah sighed, holding onto my arm a bit tighter. "Don't listen to them Ava," she said. "You know you're not the heir!"

"Well — for all we know, she might be."

"Blaise! Don't say that! There's no possible —,"

"No," I interrupted her. "He's right. Who knows my family history... for all I know, I might be."